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ㅤㅤDELMEIST, ROLL THE CAMERA; Tonight felt quietly magical in the soft calm of the night. The streets were peaceful as we walked together, side by side, sharing small stories and laughter that only family understands. Dinner was simple, yet it felt warm in the way only family dinners can. Between bites and passing plates, there were jokes, little debates about food, and those comfortable silences that don't need filling. Later, we wandered through the supermarket aisles together, pushing the cart slowly as if the night had no hurry. The bright lights and endless shelves somehow turned into a small adventure of its own.
ㅤㅤFunny how the simplest nights become the ones you remember the most. A quiet walk, a shared meal, a late run to the store. Nothing extraordinary, yet everything feels full. Here’s to more nights like this, slow walks under quiet streets, warm dinners around the table, and little supermarket adventures that somehow turn into memories we'll carry for a long time.
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ㅤㅤDELMEIST, ROLL THE CAMERA; Tonight felt quietly magical in the soft calm of the night. The streets were peaceful as we walked together, side by side, sharing small stories and laughter that only family understands. Dinner was simple, yet it felt warm in the way only family dinners can. Between bites and passing plates, there were jokes, little debates about food, and those comfortable silences that don't need filling. Later, we wandered through the supermarket aisles together, pushing the cart slowly as if the night had no hurry. The bright lights and endless shelves somehow turned into a small adventure of its own.
ㅤㅤFunny how the simplest nights become the ones you remember the most. A quiet walk, a shared meal, a late run to the store. Nothing extraordinary, yet everything feels full. Here’s to more nights like this, slow walks under quiet streets, warm dinners around the table, and little supermarket adventures that somehow turn into memories we'll carry for a long time.
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Meanwhile Schäfer’s Keonho sits in the middle happily holding his goat plush while another one chills on his beanie, Merfyn’s Martin on the right also secured one like it’s no big deal, and then there’s Delmeist’s Seonghyeon on the left… who clearly didn’t get a goat and had to settle for a giant pointing finger instead, probably pointing at them like “SO YOU TWO TOOK ALL THE GOATS, HUH¿” 🐐
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Forwarded from House Of Steinwalds: The Road That Leads to Home.
Steinwalds's Jooyeon was bored with the same old atmosphere, so she invited Caelthwynn's Gaon, Delmeist's O.de, and Velthrone's Gaon to explore a long-abandoned part of the city. The place looked like a ghost town—a quiet boulevard with no people, old cars abandoned on the side of the road, and rows of brick buildings with broken windows and rusty pipes. In some corners, the walls were covered with colorful graffiti, as if it were the only sign that the place had once been alive.
Instead of feeling strange, they actually enjoyed their time there. They walked along the quiet streets while chatting casually. Delmeist's O.de suggested that they take photos in several places. Steinwalds's Jooyeon, Caelthwynn's Gaon, and Velthrone's Gaon agreed and also posed in several corners of the dead city—in front of graffiti walls, near old buildings, and in the middle of empty streets turning the quiet place into a backdrop for an exciting day.
Instead of feeling strange, they actually enjoyed their time there. They walked along the quiet streets while chatting casually. Delmeist's O.de suggested that they take photos in several places. Steinwalds's Jooyeon, Caelthwynn's Gaon, and Velthrone's Gaon agreed and also posed in several corners of the dead city—in front of graffiti walls, near old buildings, and in the middle of empty streets turning the quiet place into a backdrop for an exciting day.
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ㅤ RITE PERFORMED BENEATH MARCH’S
ㅤㅤWITNESS: ᣟ݂ ✩⚹︎ᣟ݂⠀ @DELMEIST JOURNEY.
Intimacy sufficient to understand the veils it wore, insufficient to be governed by it. Thoroughfare reluctantly disgorged its arcana, veiled in mutable penumbras and tremulous phosphorescence. Yet the true impetus propelling our passage was not the evanescent scintilla glimpsed in transient reverie, but the symbiosis entwining our souls an alchemy of hearts, reforged across the abysses of separation, incandescent, inviolable, and eternal. 𖥔 ִ ་ ،
Convergence temporal currents:
Tenth Day Of March.🤩
To the cherished, Liam Delmeist
Thus was the pilgrimage consecrated the date indelibly inscribed upon the ledger of memory not as a mere festivity but as a perennial testament: a subtle, ineffable thaumaturgy suffusing the hour, lingering like stardust along the hushed.
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ㅤ RITE PERFORMED BENEATH MARCH’S
ㅤㅤWITNESS: ᣟ݂ ✩⚹︎ᣟ݂⠀ @DELMEIST JOURNEY.
Intimacy sufficient to understand the veils it wore, insufficient to be governed by it. Thoroughfare reluctantly disgorged its arcana, veiled in mutable penumbras and tremulous phosphorescence. Yet the true impetus propelling our passage was not the evanescent scintilla glimpsed in transient reverie, but the symbiosis entwining our souls an alchemy of hearts, reforged across the abysses of separation, incandescent, inviolable, and eternal. 𖥔 ִ ་ ،
Convergence temporal currents:
Tenth Day Of March.
To the cherished, Liam Delmeist
Thus was the pilgrimage consecrated the date indelibly inscribed upon the ledger of memory not as a mere festivity but as a perennial testament: a subtle, ineffable thaumaturgy suffusing the hour, lingering like stardust along the hushed.
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